What time is left us? The precious grains of which i squander. Flinging it to the open winds To be carried into a great blue, yonder.
What selfishness hast overcome me? Taking control of all i do. Like a canker over my soul's delight Making me look like a tom-fool.
But no more. It will be turned about. Right side up this time. No more shall i grovel in the currents of Life. But to stand and breathe the sweet smell of thyme.
I will love. As hard as i may. And i pray hard to the Almighty, Of whom i have done much wrong, That my sins, big and small, may never find me.
Romulus Demonicus
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